I have stamps for the postage.
The ferry leaves the same time over here.
I checked the mail and I don’t think City of Revelation is here yet.
Sometimes, I silently swear I can sensate an-other/s, holding my head,
three fingers of pressure and support to my forehead.
My hair sweeps down and closes around my face like a curtain drawn across a stage.
Breath is
Rest
I learned to sleep whether my eyes were on
the open or the closed.
A nap in blink. A relative delusion.
The pull of fo/u/rces up-on me.
I am force moving through and enlivening the body I wear.
Or
Maybe that is you.
Maybe I am your optimal conditions.
The intersection of wave patterns with which your waves may coalesce.
Converged
Attenuation
Reattuning
A’toning.
A ton/n/e.
A ton.
The current ether capable of manifesting your revivification.
I entreat catalyzing. I desire catalyzation.
Cathartic enzyme.
I see from the Vacuum and
It-is lonely even though you are not alone,
A lone,
Or, a loaned.
I want to draw your energy
To magnetize your electricity.
Resonate and then shall I feed you some of
Yours with mine.
We will digest and rebirth ourselves in juices charged.
Rings of /re/comings
/un/becoming.
I may want to circle you a while yet,
Even a long time.
Finding out while up-on the vortex again.
Teach me to live well yet simply.
I will teach you gladness.
My adoration of discovering you through you
Raises a moon-day sun.
WrittenCasey 